Okay. Well. This book. This book was pretty cool, all said. At the end of the last book, I was almost in shock. I mean, whooooah. ALEX RIDER HAS A BIGGER PLOT THAN JUST A TEENAGE SPY RATTING OUT BAD GUYS. EVERYBODY GO HIDE UNDER A TABLE OR PUT A PAPER BAG OVER YOUR HEAD OR START USING THAT SUB-ETHA THUMB THINGY; THE WORLD IS ENDING.
Sorry, your ears are probably bleeding right now. Or would it be more accurate to say your eyes?
But I loved it that this time there was plot. I mean, yeah, the other Rider books are pretty great in their own right, but just as I was starting to get bored (I mean, well, not really . . . I probably would have read this series until my eyes fell out . . . I'm pretty desperate for reading material these days) Anthony Horowitz pulls something new out of his hat and viola (yeah, viola), you have a fresh new plot and a refreshed new interest in the Alex Rider series. I just feel like we shouldn't have gone on so much of the same country before getting to the exciting part. I don't know how many people have read just two books and thought they were too similar in general plot device and thus, preferred to take the helicopter out of the desert in boredom rather than trudge through to a somewhat more satisfying conclusion. Not that . . . it was all that great . . .
Okay, I'm conflicted. It was a good book, but it's considerably below reading level and I shouldn't be eating it. I mean, reading it. (I mean, I shouldn't be eating books of any sort . . . not even good books like the classics.)
Anyway, brings me to a quick point before leaving--Alex Rider, despite his age, would be a more appropriate book for me if I were 10.